You tell her the truth. Or at least the truth she wants to hear

"I think you know the answer to that," you growl.

"Tell me anyway," she whispers, stroking her hands down your chest as she looks up to your face, that erotic impish grin back on her pretty face.

"Why don't I just show you?" you smile lazily, reaching out to fondle her lush tits.

"Mmmm...you have such a nice touch....but tell me...tell me please."

"You're a very fuckable package Janet. Very fuckable."

"Mmmmmm...I don't think you're lying," she giggles, her hands slipping down to your pants, one of them fiddling with your belt while the other squeezing your bulging shaft through your pants. "I think you like me a lot."

"Very much," you husk, savouring the look and scent of the delicious young cheerleader. Her emotional roller coaster seems to have settled on horny, and your mind and cock is responding with eager glee as your pants fall to the floor. Janet pulls your boxers down enough that your rampant cock springs free, stiff and proud and eager to be at her. She grasps it with one slender hand, her fingers playing as she strokes you gently.

"If I put this in my mouth, am I going to be tasting Millie's pussy?" she asks with a playful, teasing frown.

"No," you smile hungrily, remembering that it was Millie's ass that your shaft last speared, not her cunt. "No, you won't."